And this guy? Is definitely not weak.
I want to tell you a lot of things about this weekend, things that don't just involve me making fun of myself. Things about how I met some beautiful, brave souls.
How we laughed so hard on the drive up there that it was probably dangerous. How we had walkie talkies since we caravaned, and it was pretty much the funnest thing ever.
How many women I've never met before loved on my baby in ways that made me smile.
How Tommy and OBaby are the cutest punks ever in their matching outfits.
How I came to love new friends, and somehow, came to love old friends even more.
But also, there's this whole other part about how I haven't really slept since July 16th because I own one of those babies who simply does not sleep. Perhaps you've met the type? He's so ridiculously cute and healthy and happy that I cannot begrudge him for not sleeping, yet since birth, he's only slept longer than four hours two or three times. I'm starting to get to the point where it's making it really hard, where I feel like I'm misfiring words and friends and life is all just one big jumble and what I would really, really like is to check into a hotel room and sleep for twelve hours, instead of returning to work and losing more sleep and oh my gosh, can you pump and nap at the same time? Because if the nurse will let me use one of her cots, I might try it. And so, I can't even put together the words to describe what this weekend was because it took me FOUR times to spell describe correctly.
But then I look at his face and think, Oh. Oh my goodness. I would work 80 hours a week and sleep zero hours a night just to have him here.